After all, he hadn’t offered her a vanilla relationship. “What you just got in there will be a rarity, if ever it happens again. You’ve barely...managed to stand the beginnings of what it means to be in this type of relationship. I’ll let you decide: Pack up and leave; I might call you for a drink sometime, but we won’t waste time with each other struggling over your ‘feelings,’ or submit; all of your freedom is from here until basic revoked by me.”Valentine had easily accepted the latter. Faster and faster I went, asking her to keep her teeth out of the way. Her lips were becoming a blur, a thin trickle of blood erupting from an earlier wound as they were rubbed raw. For me, however, the blowjob was the best I’d had. Ria had tried as well, but she hated my pubic hair. Mrs Rawat on the other hand, was being buried in them, her throat utterly violated, her hair used as a handle. Ria was my girlfriend, this teacher was becoming my whore. I was by now approaching the cliff of. I was anxious thinking about what kinds of newrestrictions or commands they'd use to humiliate me further, but thisfear was at odds with the cuddly afterglow I felt from climaxing with myboyfriend inside me just moments earlier. I knew that Ally and James'creativity had to be at its end - what more vile things could they evencome up with for me to do? In an odd way, I figured that I shouldn't benearly as concerned with what they would do to me, considering how I hadactually started to enjoy. "I'll ride with him," Christine said, taking the stranger's arm. "You're drunk, I shouldn't ride with you." This made sense to her husband because he was drunk, and he didn't want to argue, since he was about to see something awesome. Christine got in the car with the Asian man and said "Lose him." He backed out, made three quick turns and her husband was nowhere in site. "You want me to drive you home now?" the man said politely. "Do you want to drive me home now?" Christine asked. "Maybe.